Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Philippines and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
The Index,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.